Forward Into the Past
Welcome back my friends, yes, it's been to long I fear In these sad and stormy times, you'll find a place of refuge here I am your genial host, I trust, a narrator fair and true Though there's nothing new under the sun, it's a storyteller's moon Under the sparkling skies we sit, to sing our songs and tell our tales Of war and strife, of love and loss While drinking and dining and flirting and fighting We gather here, under a storyteller's moon.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
The condition of the people and our national priorities Get broadcast across the country like a speech from royalty Speech, want and fear are the freedoms that we're fighting for The pursuit of happiness of course and who could want for anymore? Yes, the nation's in a state and so step up and take a bow That's the state of the union, state of the union now Well just across the water, well they're thinking that they've got it made 'Cause they had a vote and everything and everything was all explained Regulation, immigration is what caused them to complain But they're looking to the government to make it all great again Well you need to know just who it is, that's in control and how That's the state of the union, state of the union now Do we ask you to serve? Do we get what we deserve? Do we ask you to die? Do we ask you to lie, over and over again? Sell it to me, sell it to me, sell it to me now Sell it to me, sell it to me, sell it to me now Tell it to me, tell it to me, tell it to me now Tell it to me, tell it to me, tell it… So what could be worse than a xenophobic, sociopath? Well the answer's one with power and the willingness to attack Well they're looking to the hard man to update them with the facts And they're looking to their glorious and patriotic past It's just the case of "us and them" and we're not going to back down That's the state of the union, the state of the union now.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
After years of reckless living, for a century or more With a few who lived the good life, being paid by the poor Now they're fiddling while the forest bur, soaring through the poisoned skies Surfing in the plastic seas, we're adding our voices to the rising Chorus of concern, striking chords of alarm The drums of discontent, keep banging on and on It's still the same old story, a resources grab and go A fight for territory, to maintain the status quo Now they say that a change is coming, while we're basking in the sun And the temperature is rising, so there's not much getting done Yes they say that change is coming, while we look the other way The rest of our life is hurting, in a world in disarray Keep checking the vital signs, of the sea and land and air But all you need is eyes, cos it's happening everywhere Well the animals could be marched into the creationist's mobile zoo As if this could protect them all, as if this could prevent the fall Of man from his position as custodian of Earth Will our watch be remembered for anything of worth? As we look to new horizons, new worlds to colonise Will we learn the lessons or dismiss it all as lies? Now they say that change is coming and it's not some fantasy Cos the evidence is mounting and it's there for all to see Yes they say that change is coming and it's not conspiracy No it's not just "snake oil science" but a new harsh reality They say that a change is coming, while we're basking in the sun And the temperature is rising, so there's not much getting done Yes they say that change is coming, while we look the other way The rest of our life is hurting, in a world in disarray Yes, they say that a change is coming Yes, they say that a change is coming.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
So here they are, these heroes, these giants Holding there over our affairs, heedless to the human cares Like spotlights, a backdrop for performance Wishing I could be so clear, certain to shine and charge the night Where all these roles I play, whatever the mean to me (The father the son or the man on the run) And though this world I'm shown, scares me tonight Starstruck? Are we starstruck? Starstruck? Are we starstruck? On this dark stage, over the years We have featured, and we have played, strutting a fretful, anxious hour This cold cloud hangs like a curtain "A bowl inverted is the sky, where wise men as captives lie" Where all the world I'm told, whatever they mean to me (The truth, the lies, and the noise in-between) And though this world I'm shown, scares me tonight The signs in the stars, twilight for the idols Portents for emperors, astrologers and their lore Vagabonds and dreamers, sharing their glory With the bold men of science and a love of the metaphysical Where all these roles I play, whatever they mean to me ("The stars incline us, but they do not bind us") (Astra inclinant, sed not obligant) And though this world I'm shown, scares me tonight Start-struck? Are we starstruck? Start-struck? Are we starstruck?
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
She came looking for position in answer to our need And she was a pretty flower fair as any in the field She burst into the room and we both did feel the rush Had young Rome in tow but we knew he'd get the push It wasn't very long 'til we found ourselves alone And the business was forgotten as acquaintances were known And then the morning after, she didn't give a damn Sure it's better to be hung for a sheep as for a lamb In answer to concerns she said she'd like to take a chance So she hung up and we resumed the horizontal dance So listen all good company, it's a cautionary tale It's sure to make you split your sides, weep into your ale Oh the perils and risks we take when mixing work and play And then when we are all exposed there's a heavy price to pay And then some short time later, when we were in a haze Our company decided on a parting of the ways And then my good companions sought to put me in a fix To add insult onto injury with the dirtiest of tricks With mischief and sharp practice in the drawing of the straws The vote was rigged and it was me to show her the door And when it was all over, one question she did pose, Was I a disappointment in the other of my roles? So it would seem that just desserts were handed all around And another fledgling romance came crashing to the ground So listen all good company, it's a cautionary tale It's sure to make you split your sides, weep into your ale Oh the perils and risks we take when mixing work and play And then when we are all exposed there's a heavy price to pay There's a heavy price to pay. Yes, there's a heavy price to pay.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Well I woke up this morning with a head full of noise Down with all the channels the media employs A thesaurus for breakfast and a long list of aims Had to make a comment on the fun and games All sweeping statements, fine sentiments Like the decline and fall of the Occident All eloquence and persuasiveness Poets seem to say much more with less All the beauty of life and nature's wealth "Is judged with all the blindness of life itself" So invest in your daughters, educate your sons Give them real weapons and not just guns Well I could wring my hands, I could pace the floor I f I could write a letter or file a report In a world of deception and loathsome lies The disregarded mob now have hate in their eyes And I want to condemn them, want to make it fair A silent scream as you punch the air Words fail me Well I wrote this song under a supermoon, It's a romantic image, doesn't need this tune But I need these words and these words need this song To find a place where we both belong But I keep on trying though the work is hard Couldn't even write a decent get well card For a stricken world with all its ills and pain All your best intentions locked inside your brain Words fail me, words fail me Words fail me, words fail me So here we are at the close of play Seems like I'll live to write another day So what's the point? Well the point is "mute" It's up in the attic with me marching boots Course it's not all bad, some of it's worse Some of it even comes chapter and verse From a holy book that doesn't help me at all Better things written on a factory wall Words fail me, words fail me Words fail me, words fail me Well they just fail me because they're just lines on a page Predictable text for the digital age They fail me because they don't make things clear They're just hot air falling on deaf ears They fail me because in the end they're just words When talk is cheap, mighty seems the sword Where to now for democracy? A new dark chapter in our history? For all the arrogance and ignorance Couldn't even make a coherent response When you have to fight to have your say But all your fine words are just filled away To say just what I think and to shout it out Isn't that what all this should be about? When your voice is ignored and your pleas are rejected Your opinion unheeded and your views neglected All lyrical and ebullient Was meaning to write you but… then it went All the times you came up with a good excuse For all the suffering, misery, hate and abuse All oppressive nouns and syllable stress Need to get out more – think less And they fail me now when I need to prevail When all I need is a hammer and nails The exploitation of the power games All the evil done in whoever's name In the face of all this bigotry It's not who they love or how they pray I grapple with my frustration and ineptitude And hide behind the words of a chosen few All indignation and deep disgust A tirade or a rant? Well go on if you must
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
In with the old and out with the new The people you know should be people you knew The old stuff's made to last don't you know So forward into the past we'll go Out with the new and in with the old The next big thing's left in the cold Boldly going where we've been before Taking the well-worn path for sure The memory of a golden age Trying to relive halcyon days The future is a parlous state So we're for turning back What's imminent is in our hands We know what's real – we understand For years we played the underdog But the world sounds better in analogue With royalties at an all-time low Looking back is the way to go Keep it real and underground You know what-s coming round It's community, it's stronger bonds Swimming in ever smaller ponds They've heard it all before anyway So please believe the hype So it's in with the old and out with the new The people you know should be people you knew The old stuff's made to last don't you know So forward into the past we'll go Out with the new and in with the old The next big thing's left in the cold Boldly going where we've been before Taking the well-worn path for sure They said that "Pop would eat itself" Are we all cannibals now? Those that declare, declared it dead While gnawing on the bones The people who win well they know the game Milking the system for all that it's worth It's so much more than life and death It's re-birth So it's in with the old and out with the new The people you know should be people you knew The old stuff's made to last don't you know So forward into the past we'll go Out with the new and in with the old The next big thing's left in the cold Boldly going where we've been before Taking the well-worn path for sure
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
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Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors Her apples were tart blackberries, her currants pods o'broom Her wine was the dew of the wild white rose, her book a churchyard tomb Her brothers were the craggy hills, her sisters larchen trees Alone with her great family, she did as she did please Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the moors No breakfast has she many a morn, no dinner many a noon Instead of supper she would stare, full hard against the moon But every morn with woodbine fresh, she made her garlanding And every night the dark glen yew she wove, and she would sing Now Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors Brave Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the moors Meg she was a gypsy maid, her house was out of doors She stood a tall as amazon, rare she was the queen of the moors Meg she was a gypsy fair, she lived all out of doors She wore an old red blanket cloak, she came and she went did the queen of the moors Rare she was the queen of the moors [Adapted from Meg Merrilies by John Keats]
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
Red flags, poor man's grenade Cool blows, blue serenade – remember? Comrades we said we'd stay – forever We used to gad about, getting smarter We used to wrangle with Marx and Sartre We used to live with inflated egos As for the state of the party – God knows? The ghosts on your wall They come to haunt you again But they're hard to recall Just like last summer's rain Past thoughts, new memories Loud words on summer breeze – surrender So far from yesterday – remember We used to live with the day glow people We used to go and see Mott The Hoople We used to lounge "a la continental" And now you say I'm just #sentimental The ghosts on your wall They come to haunt you again But they're hard to recall Just like last summer's rain The ghosts on your wall They come to haunt you again But they're hard to recall Just like last summer's rain
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
What you going to do when the problems mount up so high? Parking your bags in the hallway, ready to fly? What you going to do now your sugar fountain's run dry? Wringing your hands and trying to work out why? Never ever, ever fall in love, well this could be true But you're tired of chasing rainbows, lost to heaven – who knows? (Look for your saving grace) The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man What your going to do when you're tired of bruising your pride? Spin a coin, choose a black or white side? What you going to do when they take you on that long ride? Change your name, to save your worthless hide? Never ever, ever even know yourself, well this could be true You're tired of ringing numbers, all out of your tiny mind (Fall onto your knees) The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man Am I a lost 'cause? Am I so see through? All for the man who lives his attitudes The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man The measure, slowly coming round now The measure, they'll catch you if they can The measure, shows you what you're worth now The measure, the measure of a man
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
Those ghostly eyes burn in my mind Black days hurting deep inside So far I've been feeling my way blind Along this borderline Just wasting so much time… Grave thoughts fill my waking hours Bad nights clearly leave their scars And outside the beast that devours Is couched among the flowers And loving all its power Sometimes I feel it's alright To close my eyes and keep on sleeping Far from all the oceans where they ride And all the problems that they bring So do you look out in the morning Past burnt out churches, children in the rain? Can you believe all the anger, all the hatred And do you believe that anyone is saved? Sometimes I feel it's alright To close my eyes and keep on sleeping Far from the basements where they hide And all the problems that they bring Those ghostly eyes burn in my mind Cold fears churning me inside And so far I've been feeling my way blind Along this borderline Just wasting so much time Still feeling my way blind Along this borderline
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Wake up one and all, can't you hear the clock bird's call? Time has stolen a march on us, yes, he makes fools of us all We have to face the world now, pack up all your cares and moans We can't shrug off our duties in the cold hard light of dawn We danced the dance of intrigue and romanced the night o'happy hours Of Bacchanalian merriment, to greet the morning star Now with courage all renewed, so full of heart and hope that soon Another time, another place, we'll meet again Under a storyteller's moon
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025